Page 26 of Past and Present

Increasing the speed, she sucked him deeper into her mouth.

“Shall I come in your mouth or wait until we get home and come in your wet little cunt?” he asked when he ended his call.

Her response was to tighten her lips around him and suck harder.

His chuckle was low and growly as his hand stroked her back.

“That’s a good girl,” he murmured, his voice husky with desire as she worshiped his cock with her lips and tongue.

And it was a magnificent cock that deserved to be worshiped.

“Swallow it all he,” he commanded, and she felt him stiffen further followed by a grunt. Hot jets of semen hit her mouth, and she drank greedily. Marissa wasn’t religious, but if she were Lance would definitely be her God and she his devoted servant. The ability to get him off was a spiritual experience if ever there was one.

When he’d emptied himself into her mouth, she swallowed the last drops and sat up while Lance pulled off his tie and handed it to her. She dabbed at the corners of her mouth before drying him off as best she could. He tucked himself back into his pants and zipped them.

His arm settled around her shoulders and she cuddled closer to him.

They spent the rest of the ride home quietly discussing the changes to their schedules so they could be on a plane first thing Friday morning. Marissa couldn’t wait to start the Christmas holiday with her friends at Solitaire and end it with a wedding at her sister’s. She was more than ready to be Mrs. Lance Moss.

12

Friday, December 21st

Lance

Lance draped an arm around his grumpy fiancee as they made their way up the steps of the jet.

“I know you said we needed to leave early, but I thought you would at least feed me breakfast and caffeine before we left. I got like two hours of sleep.”

He kissed her temple and shoved her ahead of him. There was a surprise waiting for her on the plane, and he hadn’t wanted to wait any longer than he had to for her to know what he’d been up to the last week or so.

“You didn’t have to stay up half the night working. I told you to come to bed early.”

She wrinkled her nose at him. “I had to move all my Friday meetings to Thursday, and I didn’t want to fall behind on anything.”

He laughed. “Just get your ass on the plane, woman.”

Marissa jogged up the last three steps and crossed the threshold into the main cabin.

“Surprise!” two voices said with a unison squeal.

“Holy shit. What are you guys doing here?” Marissa asked as Lance stepped up behind her.

“Lance invited me and Bethany for the wedding. Said it would be more fun if we tagged along to Solitaire and flew to Phoenix with you from there,” Lana said.

Lance kissed her neck. “I figured it was the closest thing to a bachelorette party we could pull off on short notice.”

Marissa turned to face him and threw her arms around his neck. “Thank you.”

He kissed her deeply. “Worth skipping breakfast for?” he asked when she pulled away.

She gave him a cute nod and went to hug her friends.

“Wait a minute,” she said whirling to face him again. “When did you talk to them? Was it last Tuesday at Allure?”

Lance stuffed his hands in his pockets and shrugged. “Maybe.”

Her mouth fell open, and he flashed her a grin.

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